Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.